Human relations

Lamb – Gabriel

but I want his wings
I can shine, even in the darkness
but I crave the light that he brings
revel in the songs that he sings

I am fine by myself, I am content with me and who I am, and yet I depend on other people. On my fascination for them, and spending a lot of time contemplating them. Who they are, how they feel and how they think, what they do and why and what makes them move forward and backwards and makes them get up in the morning and what they think about in the evening before falling asleep and why they smile and get angry or sad or happy.

And I contemplate what that makes me. What does my fascination with them make me, and my warm feelings for certain features and dislike of others and indifference to yet others? What does it make me that I react to them in certain ways, and do not in others? What am I in relation to them? Why do I depend on them? On what part of them do I depend? Do I even really depend or do I just like to think I do? Who am I? Who am I without them? Who am I in relation to them, because that is what is real – ?

I am human. They are human.

I’m Yours, World, Desire




So there are these two feelings within me:

1) The light-hearted but deep wish to spread my joy and affection with the world to those around me. To live, and to give and take and most of all share what we can share with each other. Why the bloody hell not?

Jason Mraz – I’m Yours

I like to play this on my guitar in a somewhat simplified version. I don’t even know the entire original by heart (which is a total first in songs I’ve played on the guitar), but I totally love playing it my way. And I mean it.


2) One of the darkishly sexiest songs and feelings I know:

Massive Attack – Inertia Creeps (please disregard the video)

Singular moments of exclusive attraction, intense heat, nearly irresistible. I sometimes fall for it. I sometimes enjoy it, and sometimes hate the way it takes any clarity and reason out of my head and turns it into a wild garden I get lost in. Desire. Human nature, I guess.


I’ve been gone for too long. It feels good to come back here.
<snuggles up to the blog and rubs against it unsexually but affectionately>